Prompt

Write On, Man

Those aren’t pillows!   Prompt:  Why do I write? (Writing Down the Bones, by Natalie Goldberg) Date: 18 October 2011 Location:  26B I write because I know it is going to take a lifetime of writing to explain the answer.  I… Read More ›

I Remember When

I remember when… Mrs. Garcia, my fifth grade teacher, would punish me with an order to “write lines.”   Whether it was 100, 200, 500, or a thousand lines, and exactly what the script was to say, depended on the severity… Read More ›

Harley Worth a Dime

Harley’s Bowl was where we rolled, almost every weekend.  The 60’s inspired single-story building towered over the otherwise empty field, unless the circus was in town.  The bleak architecture neither inspired nor dissuaded us.  The Nihilists  weren’t scripted yet, there were… Read More ›